My shoe box of love letters contains two. I received few cute letters in my life : few charming invitations to go out, few seducing feedbacks after a first date, few romantic “miss you” from far away. They instantly flattered my ego. But soon, re-reading them fell flat. Out of the thrill of first strokes,…

I love to say no. I love to say no like a man: no, I don’t care that home is dirty before I leave for a party – housework is a shared responsibility. No, I won’t help a colleague which is always and irrevocably clueless – because I’m not his/her mother. And yes, when…